Verse 1: Slim Kid3I guess everybody needs somebody to loveYou can't leave love lonelyCause being naive to it you can just lose it like thatSee kisses for bruises don't make it heal backIt be's the sex appeal that's from the next and not necessarily the sex andOne might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin'Stimulation breaking down their shields for the real andAs it stands mysteriously curiosity it kills the cat andOffsets them mentally so they're trapped in behindThese fantasies with no action searching for a remedyNow she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistryThat flairs when her desires on fireQuick is the fuse, another loves for hire

Hook:And she said...It'll be good if you stayed with me tonightSo I granted her wish2xVerse 2: FatlipI was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie BrownDecided to take a ride to see what's really going downUp on the North side of townOf course I bought a quarter poundOf bomb hemp, feeling alright like Johnny KempOn a Friday nightLooking right cause my shit is tightBlazing blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent HeightsBounce to the House of Blues then I slid in freeWith tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans, and no IDSoon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizaceOf an epp with an iz-ass more amazing than graceSo I waste no time to kick my lineI say, "How ya doing?" She say, "I'm doin' fine"So I commence to macking to baby to see what's crackingSo maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackingThrew back a shot of yack and started jabberingJibbing, fibbin, and ad libbing just to get her to my crib thenWe was chilling on the bed, bumping some IsleyThought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised meWhen she said, "Oh like that? You know I don't get down"I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when—

HookVerse 3: T. HardsonNow Daddy's homeBut she's been waitin all night so we could be all aloneThis is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phoneTrying to build something real, working fingertips to the boneSo much love's gone astray that it won't be coming home no time soonSo I dance with the silhouette beneath the moonAnd she said, if satisfaction's guaranteedNothing else could come between the flight of a new love babeMaybe we could be coolInstead of sharing this here ship with the foolsRight now, right now, right now, babyI'll give you the world if you want itI'll give you the world if you need it baby